Gotta Be
I'm on a five mile an hour road to hell
I'll probably get bored and fucking end myself
I'm on a new time for mindset
Fuck the world, better yet don't
Don't cum yet
Whenever she's a bitch blow your load in her eyelids
Like I did
She's got oceans full of notions
I'll be droppin the sky on her head
And the things she's everywhere, everywhere
Come and help me dear
Come and help me dear
Oh cause I'm bleeding
Ohh there's gotta be
Gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more
Oh there's got to be, got to be more
So I'm on a highway
Cause it was there in her face
She wasn't joking
I was taking the piss
Fuck can I date you
Eat this
Got my pants round my ankles
Why don't give it a kiss
I won't ever conform
Or sign forms
For big shots
With fake tongues
They'll find death by firearms
For fucking with my music
You know, they think we're stupid
Sign him up, sign him up
Give him translucent
I'm rather die please sir
And see the him of me
Life's a beautiful fuck off
Of course she chose me
Nah, Nah
Yeah
No, I wasn't getting lazy
She was suffocating me
And I'm bleeding
Ohh, ohh
Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more
Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
Yeah
Ohh and leave me and rise
My eyes will shine so bright
My eyes would a shined like the stars
Uhh, am I a body of survival
Put some ice at the scene
Listen glorious decided it would be left on me
So I would be open the rise
And open close minds
And hope lines
I make em edible
You gobble it down
Like it's the only thing that slowly to hold on a drown
I will do what you believe
I tell em bitter and sweet
So you can cuse out the scenes
and put the beamers to sleep
This is closure
Exposure of the bad things brought to life
So you can face and spit em out
And maybe sleep tonight
Soak it up
Lift the shirt off your back
Stay in the music till you're dead on your back
Get up fast
And attack
And attack
And attack
And attack
I'm passive, they're ecstatic
And it's makin me sick
I swim in grease
Filling drinks on another prick
And I've tried
But it's too hard
So don't' tell me
To be calm
I'm dishing subtle blows with this quick wit
I'm quick whip
Yeah get your nose outta my business
Yeah
When I'm drunk let me think I'm hard
I'm throwing punches through these blurry eyes
And I'm bleeding
There's gotta be, gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more
Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be
There's gotta be, gotta be
Oh there's got to be, there's got to be, there's got to be more
(Music By James Arthur Band)
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